
NicsSyerra
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“Are you lost, miss?” It was the blonde guy who spoke — voice soft but guarded. I blinked again, frozen. I couldn’t even get a word out. My brain was screaming but my mouth wouldn’t move. They’re all huge. One wrong move and they could easily crush me. “Bro, I don't think she even gets English," said the guy with longer hair, smirking. “She’s British, dude. Of course she understands English," the blond one replied with a small laugh. British? How the hell did they know that? I haven’t even opened my mouth yet. “Maybe she’s deaf or something?” another guy joked. Sabay-sabay silang tumawa. Fucking dumbasses. Laughing about deaf people? Seriously? “You’re way too pretty to be deaf, miss. Do you need something?” It was the blonde guy again — Secra, I caught someone call him. “Hey, Secra, don’t be rude!” The guy who opened the gate — Ezin, I think — shot him a glare. “Calling her pretty isn’t rude, Ezin," Secra chuckled, totally unbothered. Then the guy with the low fade haircut leaned closer, studying me. “Are you looking for someone? Are you lost? Who’s your father?” They were all staring now, waiting for me to speak. I swallowed the lump in my throat, stepping back slightly. I could feel their eyes burning into me, heavy and expectant. I took a shaky breath. Would they even believe me? Or would they think I’m just some crazy girl making shit up? My voice barely came out. "I-I'm..." I squeezed the strap of my bag harder. "Ranch Miller’s daughter."